#the king of the golden hall
The king now rose, and at once Éowyn came forward bearing wine. ’Ferthu Théoden hál!’ she said. ‘Receive now this cup and drink in happy hour. Health be with thee at thy going and coming!’
Théoden drank from the cup, and she then proffered it to the guests. As she stood before Aragorn she paused suddenly and looked upon him, and her eyes were shining. And he looked down upon her fair face and smiled; but as he took the cup, his hand met hers, and he knew that she trembled at the touch. 'Hail Aragorn son of Arathorn!’ she said. 'Hail Lady of Rohan!’ he answered, but his face now was troubled and he did not smile.
–J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers, “The King of the Golden Hall”
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‘Slowly Théoden stretched forth his hand. As his fingers took the hilt, it seemed to the watchers that firmness and strength returned to his thin arm. Suddenly he lifted the blade and swung it shimmering and whistling in the air. Then he gave a great cry. His voice rang clear as he chanted in the tongue of Rohan a call to arms.’
Poems in the Lord of the Rings [54/84]
‘Then it is true, as Éomer reported, that you are in league with the Sorceress of the Golden Wood?’ said Wormtongue. 'It is not to be wondered at: webs of deceit were ever woven in Dwimordene.’
Gimli strode a pace forward, but felt suddenly the hand of Gandalf clutch him by the shoulder, and he halted, standing stiff as stone.
Poems in the Lord of the Rings [53/84]
‘But to the Riders of the Mark it seems so long ago,’ said Aragorn, 'that the raising of this house is but a memory of song, and the years before are lost in the mist of time. Now they call this land their home, their own, and their speech is sundered from their northern kin.’ Then he began to chant softly in a slow tongue unknown to Elf and Dwarf; yet they listened, for there was a strong music in it. …
Poems in the Lord of the Rings [52/84]
